Poem -

Cathedral

Cathedral

Why fall 
Upon the dagger 
  Why fall 
Slip and stagger 
      Bare soul 
 Dead bone 
  Why fall 
Upon this grace 
 This place 
Cathedral 
   In which 
 Upon thee knees
  Pray
    Why fall 
   Upon the dagger
       Suffering 
  Suffering 
     Suffering soul 
        With leprosy hands 
Thy ghost has become thee window 
    Ye who beg 
  Why fall 
Upon the dagger 
  Why fall 
Slip and stagger 
      Bare soul 
 Dead bone 
  Why fall
     Why fall 
Why fall
       From grace 
 To God 
For the Lord 
  Is thy shepherd 
      the Lord 
  Is thy shepherd
the Lord 
  Is thy shepherd
 As thy soul in the cathedral shall rise 

      
         

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Mina ✨

What a thoughtful piece of work, Jai. Well done, I thoroughly enjoyed it's philosophical element, if that was at all intended!

Tehmina xo

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Jai Masters

With your beautiful eyes you can 
read my poem and understand the 
special meaning within, 
 thank you ? Tehmina. 
     Jai :)) 

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Richard Waters

:) Great reflective piece showing your poise with the pen.
Warm wishes to you and yours.

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Jai Masters

 Ah the pen! 
   Or the suffering within 
     As you know Richard. 
   Life is short.
Pen mightier than the sword. 
    So thank you; 
  Kind Regards Jai:)) 
 

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